On Rites and Symbols

On Rites and Symbols

A divorced, Scottish Protestant Clergywoman anoints an Irish Catholic Cardinal.

Lost in Ashes

Lost in Ashes

"Mama said there'd be days like this." Well, Mama learned that from God.

I'd Like an Ugly, Violent Bible Story, Please

I'd Like an Ugly, Violent Bible Story, Please

The ugly, violent, and unjust stories can serve as an stepping stool to the throne of Grace when your own honest emotions and experience are reflected there.

God With Skin On: Finding God's Love in Human Relationships

God With Skin On: Finding God's Love in Human Relationships

You may be the only Jesus some people ever meet.  

You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone

Christianity isn't about abstract hope; it is about embodied hope. 

Blowing the Lid Off the God-Box: Opening Up to a Limitless Faith

Blowing the Lid Off the God-Box: Opening Up to a Limitless Faith

God is bigger than your box...don't close it!

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I wasn't planning to visit. The weekend was very busy with every day already including four or five hours of driving. It would have been my only day at home. But in my bedroom is a picture of Mother from her college days. Her bright, beautiful face smiles down on me from atop my dresser. Here she is in 1954.

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I'm not sure how many more Christmases like this I can handle.

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Ecclesiastes 3:1 “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.’”

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I am again behind in my postings. It's been busy, but as I think I've said before, it becomes harder and harder to write. Emotionally it pulls everything out of me to go back into the experience, even if it hasn't been a particularly interesting visit. But I guess that's what therapy is about, and that's what this blog is for me.

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I have actually visited twice since my last post...not enough, but there you go. This was a picture I took with my phone on the first of those visits.

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Mother has always loved animals--she gave that to me--and I'm guessing that, for her, this day somewhere in the late 1930's was a good day. When I arrived for my second visit, one of the aides greeted me, as she was just getting Mother up from the lunch table. "She's having a good day," the aide said, "she fed herself." I swallowed hard.
 

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It has been way too long since I last visited my mother. I did visit once since my last post, but I find it harder and harder to re-live the visits in my posting. I read to her from the Bible on my last visit. No sign of recognition. I did the 23rd Psalm, which she recited from memory at her father's funeral in 2004. Nothing.

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I haven't been as delinquent a daughter as my lack of recent postings would indicate. I've been up to The Birches 5-6 times since my last post, but with changing jobs, lifestyles, and moving, I just haven't written about it.

In that time, the visits started very bad and then got better. The earliest visit was a couple of weeks before Easter. I found Mother in the activity room, which was crowded with both residents and relatives as a guest performer led the residents in some singing and handed out rhythm instruments.

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Finally, in keeping with the title of this blog, I visited on a Monday!

I arrived mid-afternoon and Mother was seated at a table in the dining room. I came in and said hello. She made no response. I gave her a kiss and she looked at me with a blank look. I sat down at the table, glad no one was there to ask who this was that was visiting. One woman was across from her, but soon she had a visitor and they moved to another table.

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Not a great picture, I grant you. But, yes, that is a sling around Mother's arm. I've actually been up to visit three times since my last posting. There has been a lot going on, and I haven't had the emotional energy to post. I find that writing this is both quite therapeutic and quite difficult--I guess all therapy is difficult, no matter what form it takes.